26 Feb 2015

2014, ICOP : ROLL OF HONOUR by DESTINY POETS UK



Thank you Sir Louis Kasatkin , the editor and  founder of Destiny Poets UK for presenting me with few honorable titles in the year 2014.

Destiny Poets is an international community of writers/poets. The main goal of site is to promote literary arts and encourage the writers from all over the world.The Editor Louis Kasatkin is a Freelance Writer, Journalist, Performance Poet, Critique and Poetry Promoter. As a founder he is doing a commendable job as he is so dedicated and review each poem posted at Destiny Poets. His accurate response as feed backs greatly help writers and add immense value to  each poem. 

2014 August- Poem Of the month - BLANK DIARY.
2014 Nov/Dec- Bi Monthly Poetry Critics Award. 
2014- Faith - Centred Poet of the Year ( Highly Recommended).

Had a wonderful journey through out year 2014  and was fortunate enough to bag few achievements in the field of poetry and my gratitude to my fellow poets and friends who helped me grow with their sincere encouragement. It is a moment of joy to cherish a life time and a great feeling to be among esteemed poets all over the world.

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Ability Beyond Disability...!


Revolving of earth on its axis
a way of perfecting on the griddle of seasons.
Yet around the world imperfection snips
like sudden protrude of mushrooms. 


Life is scattered and broken
as the refracting rays of prism.
The heralded eve of normalcy
shuts dreamy doors caustically.


Scar is persistent so tears are frozen.
Strained words are drying on the tip of lips.
Chimes of song demised in the dense valley
and track is lost in the darkness of night.


In its volatile firth, 
‘Able is labelled as disabled’.
Though the destined journey can’t be impede
when ability beyond disability reigns.


Free is thy soul, free is thy will.
In the cocoon of the swirls of time
they resist assimilating with the destiny
to dilute the mist of mystery and mirage of illusion.


As a phoenix risen from hopeless life
they sail through invisible deific wings
by winning infinite impossibilities of life 
to head towards the trajectory of renaissance.

© Maaya Dev Dec 2014



Few More Rejections...!



On the eternity of time a writer lives enliven moments.
He lives alone listening to the chimes of his own ode.
Daily he carve for a pet statuette out of his poetic strokes
so one day he can swirl in euphoric ecstasy as Rumi.

Although the short lived joy of writer is obvious
as his embraced wish is flamed as rejected ash
wherever the shadow of unfair rejection ensue,
there moist of pain dehydrates on myriad submissions.

Destined destiny of a writer flutters as unrequited dreams
when rejections let him live in a demised smoke of life.
Yet he waits for few more rejections on every submission
which he shall surpass until he embraces his due acceptance.


© Maya Dev 2014 Dec

How Silly.....!

Silly, such a silly word!
Yes it sounds silly too
I write silly, often I feel
Perhaps few agree or few may not
Who cares such silly thoughts?

Yes I write because I love to
Not for anyone but for me
Not even to prove writing prowess
But to be with those moments
that converse with me naively.

At times I let myself be silly
I let my senses free so free to capture
Whatever comes in its vicinity?
I feel some flavour of invitation
comes from my creative realm.

Yes, I am witnessing some flirting
between imagery and words.
A unique blending and unfolding
A kind of fusion and confusion
It was invisibly visible, how strange!

Clouds are lashing as waves
Ocean is smiling on the sky.
Every flower holding an Eden
Alps and Himalaya at Ganges shore
Upon seeing all, I am at awe, How silly!

And told myself don’t be so silly !

© Maaya Dev 2015 Feb



On Christmas Eve...!



John and Lisa living in different cities separately
as to meet their ends,  as life demanded strictly.
Lisa’s each morning starts with prayer and utter hope
Despite destiny devastated all dreams without scope
But her blind faith whisper always..‘Jesus is There’!

John a narcissist and workaholic turned agnostic suddenly
when their only daughter Rose became infirm terminally
Since then he never visited church or attended any mass
As if he had isolated himself from all kind of worldly bass
But Lisa meditated upon her blind faith..’Jesus is There’!

But today John seemed as if surpassed the past wounds
He opened his door of life to let in the light of joy and sounds
John and Lisa is out in the bustling streets adorned with lights
Even in winter the atmosphere is filled with warmth of delight.
After a decade John’s enthusiasm clasped in spangled high
Red balloons soaring high as a silhouette wiping tears of sky
At times he dances upon carols singing jingle bell, jingle bell
Lisa midst of all these merry lost herself in the monologues cell

Apparently zillion queries bursting inside as fire crackers
Was she experiencing an incredible dream of her life?
Or was her blind faith magically unwrapped as reality?
Or was the holy bible emanates its essence as an elixir?
She was beautifully confused yet thanking all the while
Few joys of tears rolled down her cheeks radiating her smile
She knew she lived a thousand lives in those moments.

Overwhelmed Lisa looked up the sky and kissed the stars
At once, her glimpse caught a heavenly shooting star
She recognised, it was the Santa Clause’s reindeer!
Unbelievably she blinked her eyes few times in awe
as if she got all the answers in the form of a Pandora box
A priceless gift for her from Santa Claus ‘On Christmas Eve’..
Lisa whispered silently holding hands of John.. ‘ Jesus is there’!

 © Maaya Dev







Luncheon With God..!



An archived ecstasy
Of momentous rendezvous
divulging as magnum opus
on the dais of galaxy.
A buoyant promise
with all flamboyance
spinning as ecstasy
around sun moon and stars.

The lingering indulgence
glorifying the witnessing
ceasing all humane illusion 
of death, birth, dusk and dawn.
The obsolete scriptures are rewriting
and manifesting with inscription
wrapped with astral wisdom infused
On the rendezvous momentum of moment

The bifurcation of God and man
liquefy in the luncheon of the dessert..!

© Maaya Dev

You Are..!




 You are the fuel of life
many are deprived of
to drive life ahead to live
When hope sucks out
of life’s coarse surface.

You are the oxygen of life
When heaps of problems
suffocate to breathlessness.
You become the solution
before problems ruin fully.

You are the very spark
that flame the desire
And remain as burning fire
until one win and acknowledge
that nothing can defeat forever.

You are the sun, rise as dawn
when the night looks eternal
and the darkness scare deeply.
You are the sole divine light
 that acts as a guiding star.

You are a unique pen
many thrive to have
to rewrite their destiny
when dreams get orphaned
and life challenge as mock.

Your are the fire of life
that everyone have inside
but it never gets lit easily
unless one is starved fully
and the hunger eats you wholly.

You are the gift of life
You are the vision of life
You are the wisdom of life
You are the substance of life
You are the very energy of life
 You are known as INSPIRATION!

Alas the paradoxy we search 'inspiration' 
all where the irony it lies within is still to be grasped...!!


© Maya Dev 2015 Feb

24 Feb 2015

A Beautiful Journey

I landed on the mars in search of my beloved
I was spellbound to see scattered rubies around.

I dived into the red sea as a mermaid
and come up onto the shore disappointed.
Alien was thy ambiance and beloved was missing.
Suddenly my heart stopped beating.
I felt the strangeness was shrugging me off.
The desperation to escape yearn me to fly  

I float like a feather through the passing clouds.
I saw the greener earth below
Spread as an embellished emerald carpet.
The emitting petrichor embraced me.
At north stand tall, Himalaya the host
Waiting with a pearl garland of Ganga for me
For, I was an angel of earth who was lost.

The dream union of both succumbed
to the ballads of Shakespeare.
When the mystic verses of Tagore
inhaled the secret as breath.
I belonged to Venus not to Earth!

Gloomy I continue the sojourn.
As a hobo I was roaming whole universe
in search of my beloved for a union.
Since ages I was left to live
with only one season, Untired Wait.
                                              My desperation shed as tears
and frosted on the layers of eternity
to get melt in the warmth of my beloved.
As I knew the universe would conspire
to make this union of Mars & Venus some day.
So I wait for the golden moment impatiently.

Suddenly alarm rang and my eyes opened.
The reality unfolded and I was on bed.
The ride was not real but was a gift
from my dream to the dream world.
I sighed forlornly and a reminder tickled me.
Dreams are always dreams!
 I just said and smiled.
Breeze, the messenger whispered to me
It’s the most beautiful smile ever seen
And I smiled....

© Maaya Dev 2015